Just before Christmas I was out of action because of having a whole right knee replacement operation; this meant I was unable to get out and about in my car to take the photos necessary for my blog. However, I now have permission to drive again, which is wonderful, but I'm having to start with short journeys which will hopefully increase in length before too long.
Yesterday, after a birthday lunch with friends at a Moorland pub, I seized the opportunity to drive a short way along the road which heads across Bodmin Moor to my closest town . . . I needed groceries.
It's always an enjoyable drive, with the laid-back woolly residents and lovely views, especially on such a sunny day as yesterday.
I do hope those tracks were made by a farmer checking on his livestock and not by the idiots who think it's great fun to drive across the Moor doing damage to ground and animals alike.
I had a lovely birthday with cards, phone calls and presents including some beautiful flowers -
And this beautifully accurate depiction of my beloved Zac, a watercolour by a dear friend and former workmate, Barry.
Anyone who knew my lovely boy would recognise him instantly in this painting. Any wonder that I sat and sobbed for ages when I first opened it - a good job I was home alone.